"Yeah." At the office. The suite across the hall. You drive a blue Accord." That's right." And the restaurant, where James took me. And across from my...apartment building. You've been following me."Chester shrugged. "It's my job." His eyes narrowed. "You're not supposed to be here."The girl looked cross. "You said you were a documentary filmmaker!" She didn't stumble over the words, but somehow they seemed too big for her anyway."Just get dressed, Jovie," he snapped. To Em: "You're supposed to. She waited a few seconds then got up, pulled her night gown on again and went to the kitchen. The harsh yellow light of the fixture blinded her for a second as it flickered on. She squinted, then opened the refrigerator door, taking a swig of milk straight from the carton. It felt hard and cold going down.She started to turn on the faucet, but stopped; there was something oily and sticky all over the handle. A little of it was tracked across the floor too. Damn that girl, Ellen thought, what. When it came time to sit down and eat she realized that there weren't enough chairs for everybody to sit on. She then went into their other sons bedroom to get some chairs out, about 5 minutes later she came out and asked if I'd be able to assist as the chairs were on the far end of his bed and she couldn't get them easily.As I followed her into the bedroom she showed me where the chairs were, she then moved forward to start pulling them towards his bed so it was easier for me to get them out.. "The man paled and said, "You can't do that. You can't just shoot someone. If you were to do that, the Mexican crazies would be shooting up El Paso in a matter of hours."I said, "It's a good thing I'm not here helping, as I wouldn't hesitate to shoot if someone from across the border shot at me. We are charged to bring in escapees and to protect federal property and federal employees' lives. That's our job, that's what we get paid for."The man said, "Well, I'll tell you what, I'm not bringing.